when i die remember i will die in combat i will die covered in someones blood i will burn my flesh till im singed then death will be allowed to remove me from this nightmare of pain
Sadly
mAsteR Artos
member of the coven of darkness
1995-2012
R.I.P they have told me i am to die
I miss you more than i feel alone
i miss you more than my new girlfriend bleeds
i miss you more than the night conceals me
i miss you more than i want to be alive
i miss you more than i can stand my life
i miss you more than i love pain
i miss you more than the demons surround my brain
i miss you more than i can stand
i miss you more when i look at my hand
i miss you more when i get new scars
i miss you more when when the razor that killed you destroys my own arm
i miss you more than darkness can heal
i miss you more than i can kill
our arms drip blood in unison across the time since you died
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